by Lindsey Stirling » Sun Mar 16, 2014 4:11 pm
Under the shade of a big oak tree, Tyler twirled his dagger in his hands. He saw a chicken half wolf walk by. Instinctively, he grasped his dagger in his hand and threw it. The dagger struck the mutant in the chest. Still in the shade, Tyler walked toward it and picked it up. Carrying it over his shoulder, Tyler wandered around, walking from shade to shade.
wip.